Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2010 16:56:31 -0500
From: wild wing
Subject: GROWING UP IN THE VALLEY - 6
Over the next month or so I went back to having sex with Jerry. It was
okay but it was never as exciting as having sex in the valley. I learned
nothing new. One day he stopped me at recess and told me that his mother
had caught him having sex with another boy. He had to go to church twice a
week to be counselled by a Father Brown the local parish priest. Jerry
told me he was swearing off sex forever.
At this point in my life I entered what I later called my three year dark
period. I had trysts with several other boys but I could never reach the
pinnacle I had with the club members, especially Matt. In fact a number of
acquaintances drifted in and out of my life but I could never find that
perfect soul mate. Either the sex was okay but I found I didn't really
like them or I really liked them but they seemed to have an aversion to sex
and eventually me. I passed the ripe old age of eleven and I stilll hadn't
found anyone who would give me a blow job.
I learned to specialize in self abuse and I became an expert. I discovered
the value of fantasizing as I jerked off. Usually I was tied up in the
fort where one or more of the guys would abuse me in some fashion. It
wasn't uncommon for me to climax at least twice a day, usually more.
Occasionally I did it so often the skin around the glans would swell up. I
liked the additional size the swelling gave it but sometimes it swelled so
much it made it difficult to perform. On such occasions the only cure
seemed to be enforced abstinence.
Three months after my eleventh birthday I spermed for the first time. It
was only a couple of drops but I was proud of the accomplishment.
It was during this time I became fanatical about keeping my mushroomed head
bare. I concocted several experiments. All of them were attempted after I
had gone to bed and usually after I had jerked off. The simplest was to
pull the skin down and hold it down. I willed myself to maintain my grip
all night long in the hope that when I awoke and let go the glans would
stay bared. Of course sometime in the darkness I would release myself and
when I awoke the glans was hidden once more. I tried elastic bands. That
experiment was short lived because it hurt too much and it cut off the
blood circulation. I then turned to scotch tape. I put a band around the
middle of the shaft. Then pulling the skin down as far as it would go I
put several strips from the band down the shaft on to the hairless base
around my organ. The finished effect would have made any Egyptian
mummification expert proud. Unfortunately I'd wake up with a morning woody
and all of the tape was peeled off the base area. I tried this one several
times using more and more tape. I only quit when mom kept complaining
about the missing scotch tape.
In light of what Matt had told me I measured my cock on a regular basis.
It did grow but in my opinion it grew much too slowly. It was now just
over seven inches long. It sure didn't look anything like those guys in
the club magazine. I thought maybe Matt had been wrong. About the time I
spermed for the first time I noticed that the tip of the glans was visible
when I got an erection. I was thrilled and was convinced that my
experiments were paying off. It was years before I realized that the
increasing length of the shaft caused my glans to show.
I still visited the park regularly but it wasn't the same. It wasn't just
because our fort remained a sad depression in the ground. No, some stupid
politicians had seen fit to develop the valley. Now little old ladies with
their canes and toy poodles could trudge along the cement walkways. A
steel girder bridge crossed the creek where Tommy and I had skinny dipped.
A state of the art washroon containing most of the conveniences of home
stood just about on the spot where Tommy and I had our Indian scout
campfires.
Thankfully the frog pond was still intact. I still spent many an hour down
there trying to catch that elusive turtle. I never was successful.
And so it was on one very hot humid July day I found myself wading in the
pond alone again trying to catch that darn turtle again. Concentrating as
I was I was oblivious to the weather. At least I was until large raindrops
began to fall. I looked up and saw that I was about to be enveloped by a
vicious looking storm. Home was too far away and so was not an option.
The only shelter around was the washroom so I raced as fast as my legs
could get me there.
The premises appeared to be empty. As I could hear the wind pick up I knew
I had some time on my hands. I wasn't sure I was in the mood but I decided
to sit in one of the cubcles and jerk off. I lowered my pants to my
ankles, grasped my organ and began to abuse myself. I began to fantacize
when a distinct 'ahem' startled me. Only then did I realize the adjacent
cubicle was occupied. Engrossed as I was I decided to carry on. I closed
my eyes and envisioned myself tied up spread eagle fashion on the floor of
the fort. I was begging Arnie to stop but he insisted on giving me an
honest to goodness blow job. A much louder "ahem" broke my concentration.
I looked up and realized there was a hole right in front of me between the
two cubicles. In that hole a finger waved in a come hither fashion. I sat
intrigued weighing the possibilities. To that point in my life I had never
had sex with an adult. In fact i had never even considered it. It wasn't
hard to reason what this guy wanted. The hole was plenty big enough to
poke my cock through it and that's what this guy was aiming for. What the
hell I decided, let's see what happens.
A tremendous peel of thunder crashed outside as I stood up and placed my
cock on his finger. He immediately hooked a grip around it and pulled it
through the hole. I found my self facing the wall with my entire member
extended into the adjacent cubicle.
"My Lord what a beautiful piece of meat!" I heard him say.
He spent the next few moments exploring me softly with his fingers moving
up and down the entire length. I felt him peel the foreskin back exposing
the entire cock head. This was promptly followed by the exquisite
sensation of his lips encasing my glans. Not stopping he began to massage
me moving his lips up and down. The feeling was so incredible I couldn't
help but cry out.
"Oh....geeez.....ohhh," I moaned as he continued to tease my cock.
Without warning he lifted off and went to his hands to pump me. He was in
no hurry. Having felt a good blow job for the first time in my life I was
starved for more.
"Suck me.......please!" I called out.
He ignored me and began to tantalize me further by running his tongue over
every inch of my organ.
I called out again, "Do it. Please......Make me cum."
He took me in again and I experienced nirvana once more. As I began to
pant heavily he lifted off once again leaving me frustrated. Thinking
quickly I pushed the issue. Pretending to pull out of the hole I stated,
"I'm late I got to go home."
He gripped me firmly with one hand and took me in completely. This time he
worked at a quick pace stimulating the cock head as much as he could. It
didn't take long.
"Oh fuck,!" I screamed as I let loose with a good burst of cum for an
eleven year old. He hung on and continued to pump with his lips. He was
moaning as loud as I was. I believe he may have stayed glued to my cock
all day had I let him. However my young cock had had enough. I backed off
and collapsed on to the toilet seat.
"Thank you. That was wonderful," said the mystery voice. "Be here next
Tuesday at four P.M. and I'll blow you again.
I immediately heard the latch on the next cubicle followed by fading
footsteps. The rain had abated and a moment or two later I stepped out
into renewed sunshine. My mystery sex partner was no where to be seen.
I knew I was hooked on blow jobs. I had to have another one and the sooner
the better.